(in so many ways)
Against my ear, warm, your lips, and after;
your chin between my neck and shoulder.
We’d be maybe lying on our sides, your hands
holding mine at my breasts, our feet clasped, legs like chevrons
and I’d hope my shoulder blades aren’t too bony for your chest.
You’d be asleep, your breath even, soft.
(I’d smile, recalling its ragged tempo
only minutes before.)
I’d be awake, listening to you dream.
And maybe I’d whisper half-truths in Hindi,
let the words settle in the blankets
around us to blend with the scent of our fucking.
(मुझे यह पसंद है)